11. Sam
11
SAM
Sam
“ S ir, breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Thank you, Elliot, please make sure there are two settings at the table. My guest will be joining me.”
“Right away, sir.”
Once my private chef leaves the office, I turn back to the boxes in front of me. My lips curl into a smile. Everything is perfect, and I’m already imagining her in every single piece.
“Kelsey!” I shout. A moment later, I hear footsteps.
“Yes, Mr. Warwick?” Kelsey asks as she walks in.
“Please bring these boxes into the dining room and place them on the table,” I address her, not even glancing her way.
“Yes, Mr. Warwick.”
“And stay close to the dining room. I’ll need your assistance.”
“Of course, sir.”
I turn towards the windows in my office as she grabs the boxes and carries them out of the room. Once she’s gone, I turn back around and take a seat at my desk.
It’s been a week since Kim has been here, and things have been a bit… hostile since then. She doesn’t seem to want to cooperate with anything. But that’s going to change very soon. I’ll make sure of it.
Today is step one.
Ten minutes later, my chef alerts me that breakfast is ready. I stand, stalking out of my office and downstairs to the dining room. Taking my seat at the table, I glance at her chair.
“Kelsey!”
“Yes, sir?” she asks, stepping into the room.
“Please bring down my guest.”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I glance at her. She looks hesitant, almost worried.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I’m sorry sir, it’s just that she isn’t very…”
“Cooperative?” I ask, raising a brow. “No problem. Go back to where you were, I’ll have Theo and Travis bring her.”
Kelsey gives a small nod before leaving. I pull out my phone and shoot two of my security guards a text, a grin on my face. Kim will love her new escorts.
Ten minutes later, I hear shouting. A moment later, she’s dragged into the room by the two large men. One of them pulls out her seat while the other all but throws her into it.
They nod at me before leaving. Diverting my attention back to Kim, I see that she is refusing to look at me. She stares at the table, a scowl on her face.
“Good morning,” I say. “You’ll be eating with me today.”
The scowl doesn’t budge. “I’m not hungry.”
“You’ll eat anyways.” I rub a hand over my jaw, a smirk playing on my lips.
Kim huffs. “You can’t make me do that.”
“Oh really?” I want her to look at me, and when I want something, I get it. “Don’t give me any ideas, sweetheart.”
The scowl deepens. “Don’t call me sweetheart.”
I let out a laugh. “Wow, you’ve got more rules than I do.” I lean forward. “My apologies. I’ll use your proper nickname next time.”
She still doesn’t let herself look at me, but I catch her slowly inching her gaze closer. And this time, she doesn’t protest.
“Kim, you’ll have a much easier time here once you realize that I can and will do anything I want. You have zero control in this situation, and the longer you try to fight for it, the worse it will get.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Look at me.”
Just as I thought, she refuses. I reach across the table and grab her jaw within seconds, forcing her face towards me. Surprisingly, she doesn’t try to stop me, and her large brown eyes finally look at me.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Now, it’s time to eat your breakfast.”
I hold onto her face for a moment longer before letting go.
“Is it poisoned?” she asks.
“You’ve been here a week, has any of your food been poisoned?”
Kim shrugs, but picks up her fork, stabbing it into a chunk of avocado. She stares at it for a moment, before putting it into her mouth and chewing slowly.
I take a bite of my own food, but my eyes never leave her. A few minutes of silence go by, and after a few more pieces of avocado, Kim stops eating.
“I’m not hungry anymore. Can I go back to my room?”
“No, you may not. If you’re not hungry anymore, then you’ll be waiting until dinner to eat again. Kelsey, please come in and take away the plates!”
Kelsey walks in, picking up both Kim’s and my plate, before walking out of the room towards the kitchen. Kim stares at her the whole time, a dirty look on her face.
“Is she another one?” Kim asks once she’s gone.
“Another one of what?”
Anger flashes in her eyes. “Of your whores.”
I snort, laughing harder than I have in a while. “Why? Are you jealous?”
She scrunches up her nose in disgust. “Absolutely not.”
“You seem pretty jealous to me.”
I can see her clench her jaw. “Why would I be jealous?”
I shrug. “You tell me.”
“I’m not.”
We stare at each other for a minute. She’s obviously waiting for me to say something, but I don’t.
“So why can’t I leave if I’m done eating?”
I gesture to the boxes on the table. “Because you have yet to open your gifts.”
She doesn’t even look at the boxes, just shakes her head. “I’m not opening anything.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You know, I’ll only put up with this for so much longer.”
“Ooo, I’m scared,” she mocks.
Keeping my eyes on her, I slowly rise from my seat. I’m at the head of the table, and she’s just around the corner from me at the first spot. I walk two steps, closing the distance between us.
“Say it again.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, but no words come out of her mouth. I stare at her pretty little throat, my hand inching its way towards it.
Her dark, smooth skin is warm under my hand as I close it around her neck. Her eyes widen slightly, and she holds her breath.
My hand tightens, making Kim gasp. She lifts a hand, but I grab it with my free one.
“Don’t.”
When I let go, she puts it back in her lap. I tighten my hand as much as I can, choking the remaining air out of her. She attempts to gasp again, but it comes out as more of a rasp.
She is mine. Mine to break. Mine to mold. And she will fucking learn that.
“Stand up,” I instruct her.
She obeys almost immediately, but I keep my hand around her neck. As soon as she’s on her feet, I grab her arm and slam her into the wall next to the table.
I say nothing, only focused on the look in her eyes. It’s exactly what I want- fear, with a mix of something else. Something that mirrors the same need I feel.
“Please,” she manages to choke out. It comes out as barely a whisper, but it tells me that she’s getting desperate.
Her shoulders shake, and her feet shuffle underneath her. Those pretty brown eyes are practically bulging out of her head now.
She tries to speak again but I shove her head back into the wall, not too hard but enough to let her know that I don’t threaten lightly. She needs to learn. I would never let anyone hurt her, but me…Well, I can do whatever I want.
Leaning in, I bring my mouth to her ear. “In the end, this is exactly what you want. My hand around your throat, my life in your hands. You know it, and I know it.”
When I pull away, the look in her eyes has changed. There’s more desperation there, more frustration.
Finally, I let go of her throat. Her hands fly to her neck as she gasps and coughs. I wait for her to calm down before gesturing to the table again.
“Now, please open your gift boxes.”
She avoids my gaze and walks past me. Her usual fire is still there, but she seems to have gotten the message. For now, at least.
And God, is she delectable when she listens.
I watch her open the first one. A black designer dress sits inside, a diamond necklace on top of it. In the next box is a pair of Louboutin’s to go with it. After opening those, she turns to me.
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s simple. I require you to wear what I pick out for you. And I prefer to see you in much nicer clothing. So for dinner tonight, you will wear all of this. And in the rest of the boxes, you’ll find some other things.”
She looks back at the boxes, as if she’s debating her next move. To my delight, she opens one of them, revealing a lingerie set. It’s made of red lace, though there’s barely any of it.
I almost make her strip right here to put it on for me, but I force myself to be patient. The set is for tonight, and it’ll be much more satisfying to see her wearing it in my bed.
Kim stares at the lingerie, pressing her lips together. Finally, she turns to me and speaks.
“Thank you.”
If she sounds that good thanking me, I can’t wait to hear her begging for me.